Go Away, Sandy!

Hurricane Sandy, I mean.

 Here I am ... just northeast of DC, disturbingly close to the bay.







We just went through this a year ago, with Hurricane Irene, and I was none too pleased then, just as I am now.

I lived on the Gulf Coast in Florida, Louisiana, South Carolina, and East Texas for years, years, and never saw a single hurricane. I move up north to Baltimore, and there are three in  nine years, plus two snowpocalypses and an earthquake. I'm going to go live in Tornado Alley. That's got to be less nerve-wracking.

So the stores are all sold out of gallon water jugs ... that and batteries, candles, and flashlights, are usually the first to go. I have made sure I have lots of dog and cat food so they don't go hungry, and stuff I can eat without cooking such as crackers and tuna. I have a gas stove so I can still cook, I just have to light it by hand because it's an electric ignition. I am in a rowhouse, so I am only exposed on two sides. That helps. I just have to go pick up about a hundred potted plants, is all. And then make sure the stray cats have shelter.

If we do get hit by the hurricane, and I do lose power, I will be staying home for several days and knitting and reading. It will be a good chance to do these things without the distraction of all of the electronic devices. As nice as it would be to sit and read for two days, I really don't want to have to clean my refrigerator out and throw out food and take cold showers and all that ... so I hope this hurricane goes northeast and leaves us all the hell alone!

I haven't been knitting as much as I want to. Here's a sock. A sock, and a cat.

Petunia. And the yarn is Tofutsies. I've been working on this pair for quite a loooong time.


I'm knitting them all the way to just below my knee, and then I'll just hope they don't slide down a lot, like all my knee socks do.

Meow.